empathy.

chapter 25

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Monday morning, weekend after the friday night party.
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i woke up groggy, and i rubbed my sleepy eyes , adjusting them to the slither of light seeping through the blinds in my room.

This weekend had gone fairly quick.

The group had all gone to Hogsmeade.

I hadn't hung out with them, I was too wrapped up about things.

Even though he's, gone. Diggorys still been on my mind. Not purposefully.

I feel like no matter how hard i try, I can't get his touch off me.

I shiver as I remember what he's done. The way he's made me feel, made me hurt.

My body ached at the thought.

I had other things on my mind, too. Like Draco, after what happened on friday. He didn't go to Hogsmeade with the rest of them. I shook the thought out of my head. I didn't care. I'm not supposed to care.

I had more important things to think about, which I had been, nonstop. Like my father- my, real father.

It sounded weird saying that. But I had so many questions, and no answers.

Who was my mother?

Why did he give me up at birth?

Did my adoptive parents know he was my father?

How does Draco know my relation to him?

God, there it is again.

him.

Why couldn't I get him out of my mind?

Fucking arse.

I had already tried distracting myself with Adrien- enough said, that didn't work out.

Thoughts swirled around in my head, and it was getting rather annoying.

I decided what i would do. I wanted answers, and Dumbledore would be useless. Nobody else would know either, besides the dark lord himself.

I had no other choice, no other option, then to ask him. To ask Draco.

I got out of my bed and got in the shower, making the water warm as I slipped off my clothes.

Midway through my shower I heard the door open and then close. Shit! It was Ginny. I was probably running late.

I don't wash my hair, and I finish up, grabbing a towel drying myself as I quickly put together an outfit.